Observing.

[Fylinpaw]

Fylinkit watched the other kits play contently, laying on his side as he soaked up the cold of the stone ground that had been here so long ago from his ancestors in TreeClan. He kneeded his small, delicate paws on the ground, unsheathing his tiny claws. He scraped them in the stone leaving little indents. He looked around and saw the claw marks of queens and kits where they kneeded their paws long ago.

Some old some new it didn't matter to him, this was history in the making. He rolled onto his back and pawed at the air, in feeble attempts to grasp something that wasn't there. Fylinkit had no mother currently, he wasn't a new-born he was just taken in by a thoughtfull warrior.

His past, unexplainable and boring. Nothing to dramatic like a mother getting mauled by badgers she just die while giving birth. His father, a rogue. It was as simple as that, he spotted a feather in one of the queens nests and waddled to it. Being a kit it was natural that his walking was more so a waddle.

He scented the air for one of the first times in his life, the scents of the three queens in the Clan and the rambunctious kits tickled his nose. Then he caught another scent, milk. He would go for the milk later or when a queen decided to adopt him. He made his way over to one of the queens nests and plucked the little white feathed out, it wasn't a feather it was sparrow down. Like for their babies.

When he pried the feather frim the nest it flew up with the greenleaf breeze. He leapt for it and help it down with a paw. Unsheathing his claws while it was on there as though he were pretending to make a kill.

Though soon, he lost interest with the feather and let it up so it could blow away. He watched it go and get stuck on a stick. Oh well. Then, the scent of milk tempted him again. He turned around and looked at the queens, licking his paw as he waited for one of them to adopt him.

[feather14]

Featherkit looked up from her nest, blue eyes sparkling with newfound interest. She hadn't ever seen the male kit that was sitting all alone. He appeared to be much larger then Featherkit, an implication that he was almost ready to leave the life of a kit, and become an apprentice.

On this particular day the young kit was in high spirits. The reason why no cat knew. "Hello. She meowed quietly, as she scrambled out of her nest, and plopped unceremoniously onto the den floor.

[Fylinpaw]

He flicked his tail patiently, looking over to Featherkit, "Hello there, I'm Fylinkit." He mewed quietly, looking into her stunning blue eyes he said, "Do you have a name by chance?" He said gently, dipping his head. Well, seeing how this was the first kit to speak to him so far he ought to make friends.

He needed his soft grey paws on the floor as he waited for an awnser from the young she-cat.

[Adderpaw]

Adderkit trotted into the den, taking in the new sights that surrounded him. He peered at the other kits in intrest, he stepped toward them tilting his head. "H-hello." He stammered his ears twitching."Im Adderkit." He said more confidently. His head turned to a feeble clump of moss flicking in the wind. He stumbled forward and grasped it between his teeth. He returned to the other kits. "Do you want to play?" He asked his voice muffled.

(Im not in Fireclan. I was going to be. >.>)

[Fylinpaw]

[Adderkit you can't be in TreeClan when you're in FireClan, I'm sorry but I am ignoring your post.]

[Adderpaw]

(Im in Treeclan. I was joing Fireclan but changed my mind. My bad.)

[Fylinpaw]

Fylinkit slank away, feeling a bit claustrophobic. He looked at the two kits before dissapearing behind a rock. Whatever awed these kits to him remained a mystery to him. He flopped back down, it was a big mistake to even go by the queens.

Not that he didn't like the pair, he just got clostrophobic very easily.If he ever grew to be friends with the two then perhaps he wouldn't feels so uneasy around them.

[Adderpaw]

He looked confused as Fylinkit disappeared. "Uh...Okay." He stammered. He thought to himself for a minute before turning his attention to the she-kit. He flattened back his ears, "Want to play?" He asked straightening up. He sniffed randomly feeling quite awkward.

[Fylinpaw]

The young kit sighed behind his rock, blending in perfectly thanks to his stone gray fur. He didn't like playing, that's just who he was. Oh well, atleast he would be an apprentice soon. Very, very, soon.

[feather14]

Featherkit watched Fylinkit walk away, and disappear behind a large rock. She shrugged he probably wasn't the social type. "My name's Featherkit, it's nice to meet you. Sure I'll play with you." She wasn't usually this friendly towards new kits but today she was unnaturally happy.

[Adderpaw]

"Okay." He scooped up the moss and backed up giving himself some space to throw. He hit the moss across the den to Featherkit. "Oh and Its Adderkit." He realised he had ignored her last comment. He wiggled his haunches in the air ready for her to pass it back.

[feather14]

She unsheathed her needle sharp claws, in order to catch the mossball. After getting it, Featherkit hooked it on her claws, and flung it into the air. As a result the moss ball sailed through the air right towards Adderkit'e head. "Nice to know." The she-cat commented sensing the awkwardness of the situation.

[Adderpaw]

He unsheathed his claws and hooked it from the air. He in return flung it back using the strength that he didnt imagine he had. He smiled as he watched it make its way to Featherkit.

[feather14]

The mossball hit Featherkit straight on the nose. It hurt much to her surprise, for it was only moss. But the kit whom had thrown it was obviously quite strong. She bent down to retrieve the moss ball, her fur be oming hot with embarassment. "Good toss." Featherkit mumbled around the ball of moss that dangled from her jaws.She mustered all her strength then flung it into the air once again.

[Adderpaw]

He grunted a kind reply. As he pounced it hit him with suprise. He stumbled to his feet stifling a growl. He shook his head and threw it back hot with anger.